Airport StoriesBack when I was a moody teenager I took a cheap flight that involved changing planes and having to go through security again. My bags were pre-checked so, when I set off the metal detector, I honestly said to the security guy that I had no idea what had set it off.
Until, that is, he searched me and found the metal knife and fork stamped "KLM" I'd nicked off the previous flight.
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chthonic, Fri 3 Mar 2006, 10:09)
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AhhhhThis year, me and mrs maddave were booked on a flight to sunny Greece. We had tickets, we had passports, we had luggage. What more could you need to get on your flight to Greece. We calmly queued for 1.5 hours at Gatwick where we were served by the grumpy Greek man. He took our tickets for our flight to Greece, read them, taped on the computer, booked our luggage in, and then wrote on the boarding card the time we should be at the gate. "Many thanks" we hollered to the hairy baffoon as we walk away looking forward to the hour of duty free shopping. "but wait", my darling mrs maddave squeels, "the boarding card time he has said is an hour after our flight is meant to leave!". Hmmm... yes that is a strange pickle. I take a goosey gander at the boarding card. Oh yes thats the problem. "He's only booked us on the wrong fucking flight! We're now going to cyprus!" How the hell can you get booked on the wrong flight when your tickets say GREECE!
So our bags are now whisking their merry way to the Cyprus plane and we have to leg it to the gate since we took 30 minutes trying to sort it all out at the checkin again! Never fly with Thomson. Thank god the holiday was free....
(, Thu 9 Mar 2006, 16:56, Reply)
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